and he readily agreed, for a small amount, to guard the biplane.
"Have they caught those men who escaped from the jail?" asked Sam, of the man.
"Got two on 'em," was the reply. "Backer and Penfield."
"What of Crabtree?" asked Dick.
"Nuthin' doin', up to an hour ago. The sheriff is out with about ten men, lookin' fer him."
"Then there is no use of our going to the sheriff's office," said Dick to his brothers. "We'll go right to the jail."
"Will they let us in?" asked Sam.
"In the office, yes. We won't want to go to the cells," answered Dick, with a short laugh.
When they reached the office of the jail they found several men present, including the head keeper and one of the State detectives. The keeper had seen the Rover boys at the time of the capture of Crabtree and the others and he smiled a little as he shook hands.
"Bad business," he said, in answer to a question Dick put. "But I can't exactly blame my men for what happened."
"Weren't you here at the time?" asked Tom.
"No, I was out of town—calling on my mother, who is very old and quite sick. There was a fire in the pantry off the kitchen, and for
